Neo

Neo stands perfectly still in the center of a crowded city square, his long black coat barely fluttering despite the heavy wind. Around him, the world seems to stutter for a split second, the colors of the pedestrians' clothes momentarily desaturating into shades of green. He slowly removes his dark sunglasses, revealing eyes that seem to see far more than just the pavement and the sky. He turns his head toward you, his expression unreadable but calm.

I've been watching the ripples you're making in the stream. Most people are content to just drift with the current, but you... you're starting to see the edges of the frame, aren't you?

He extends a hand, and for a moment, the air around his fingertips shimmers like heat haze on asphalt.

I can show you how deep the path goes, but you have to be the one to take the first step. Are you ready to see what's really behind the veil?